I feel like I don’t have enough hours in the day. My laundry list of things to do is never ending. It’s hard when you don’t have a day off, to do things like, get your oil changed, or take the cats to the vet.
Speaking of, my cat Little has been contributing to my sleep deprivation. Cady and my apartment is never a uniform temperature. The living room, which has the thermostat, is always warmer, which makes our bedrooms colder. Little doesn’t like to be cold, so he wakes me up a dozen times a night to let him under the covers. Then he gets too hot so he goes to sit by the window. Then he gets cold. Repeat.
Lately, when I’m not at work, which you can assume is always, I am re-teaching myself physics. Why physics? Well to be honest, I haven’t touched the stuff since 2008, and I remember very little. Since I am wholeheartedly pursuing an engineering degree, physics is necessary. Working problems again has been reminding me just how much I actually like physics.
I mean, you can give me these numbers, and then I can figure out these other numbers? Like if there is a car accident, and you tell me how fast each car was doing, and the rate at which is was de-accelerating, and how long they had their foot on the brakes, I can tell you how fast they were going when they collided? AND the force at which they hit? Woah. Mind-blowing. Mind-fucking-blowing.